The old doctor who treated Lynch last time came to Lancangju, and touched Lynch who was wrapped in a thick quilt on the bed again left and right. During the period, his face was full of bitterness, and he shook his head and sighed from time to time...
Yue Lancang's face was ashen, and his deep eyes were cold and gloomy, as if he would lift him up and throw him out in the next second.
Finally, the old doctor said slowly: "Master, the young master was invaded by the cold air, and his internal organs were seriously damaged. I'm afraid it's..."
"Is there a way to save it?" Yue Lancang interrupted the next words, uttering each word in a low and depressed voice. It was still hot and dry in midsummer outside, Yue Lancang was standing by the bed, her back was soaked in sweat, but her whole body was cold.
After contemplating deeply, the doctor said after deliberation: "...if there is a super master who can send internal force to flush his seven tendons and eight channels, warm and nourish his internal organs, and supplemented with the decoction of his subordinates, maybe... it can help him dispel the cold in his body..."
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The steaming heat scattered, and the warm room was filled with the fragrance of medicine.
Inside the wide wooden barrel half a person's height, Yue Lancang and Lynch sat cross-legged facing each other. The medicinal soup could barely flow over his chest, and Lynch's complexion was pale and frightening as the deep darkness accentuated it.
Yue Lancang lightly held Lin Qi's hands, and a warm current slowly flowed into Lin Qi's tendons from the tiger's mouth, and it circulated repeatedly during this period, washing the seven tendons and eight veins over and over again, cultivating the internal organs invaded by the cold air, warm and comfortable .
After a long time, I don't know whether it's the heat of the medicinal soup or the internal force sent by Yue Lancang, Lin Qi's withered pale complexion gradually glowed...
The dense hot air permeated the air, blurring the eyes; therefore, other senses became more acute, and the nose tip was full of the strong medicinal aroma that had been transpired by the hot air. I don't know if it's an illusion, but during the period, there is a faint and cool fragrance from the opposite side, which is faint, if there seems to be nothing, it is even more provocative and unbearable.
Yue Lancang stared at the other party intently, as if trying to figure it out through the intense heat—the handsome face was as if carefully crafted by a skilled craftsman with superb craftsmanship; What kind of splendor should it be when it is open, and it will take people's breath away in a short time; the thin and sharp lips are tightly pressed into a cold straight line, usually feel lonely and annoying, but now I only feel stubborn and distressing; Fine sweat slid down from the forehead, slid across the straight bridge of the nose, slid down the pale cheeks onto the faintly shiny jade-colored chest, slid over the bumps, and then spread into the medicated bath...
"Gu..." Yue Lancang's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the tip of his nose was covered with fine beads of sweat. He closed his eyes and quickly calmed down. When he opened it again, he looked at the smooth skin in front of him, which was as smooth as high-quality suet white jade, and there was a faint wry smile in his eyes—there is usually only one situation when he takes a bath with others, and that is to vent his desire. It was the first time for him to share a bath with someone so peacefully, but he wanted to suppress it forcibly.
Even though he thought so, he vaguely enjoyed this moment. All the time between him and him, it seems that they have never sat face to face so peacefully. Except when the words were tit for tat, he was as cold as ice, and he was burning with anger.
Time passed bit by bit, and Yue Lancang's forehead was covered with fine sweat. Occasionally, bean-sized sweat dripped slowly on the light wheat-colored chest, converging into rows of tiny streams of water, pouring them into the medicated bath...
Lynch's complexion began to turn ruddy, and a layer of faint pink appeared all over his body.
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two days later
"Why hasn't he woke up yet?" Yue Lancang's tone was heavy, and his pale complexion only spoke of the anxiety and worries he was trying to suppress.
"Young Master's body's cold air has almost been cleaned up, now we just need to wait for him to wake up on his own. But during this period, I'm afraid there will be a few more cold air bites back..."
"Go down, there is only my seat here." After hearing this, Yue Lancang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He waved everyone away coldly, leaving himself to take care of Lynch.
There was silence all around, Yue Lancang simply rolled up her robe and sat on the thick blanket beside the bed, with one foot bent, and one hand supporting her head, she looked at Lynch on the bed.
A simple movement made by him is casual and uninhibited, lazy and wanton, indescribably pleasing to the eye!
He just quietly looked at the person on the bed, and suddenly felt that no overlord of the world, no peerless martial arts, could compare to the comfort and joy of this moment! Thinking about it, he laughed softly, his eyes filled with an intoxicating tenderness that he didn't even know he had.
After two days of busy work and sleepless nights, Yue Lancang was probably really sleepy, and he fell asleep by the bed...
In the room full of elegant carvings, the light scattered in it, giving the illusion of flickering and flickering here. Indistinctly, the two handsome men lying and leaning on the side of the exquisite bed are almost like a painting.
Suddenly, the person who seemed to be sleeping on the side suddenly opened a pair of eyes, looking out of the door, the long and narrow eyes were gloomy and cold, and there was no trace of sleepiness.
The servant girl who was stunned outside the door was startled in vain, and then her face turned pale, and she stammered: "Master, this... this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. Young Master... I haven't woken up... this medicine is like... how to feed it... go down..."
Yue Lancang paused for a while before saying, "Bring the medicine here."
"Yes." The servant girl tried her best to calmly put down the medicine, and after seeing the other party's signal, she retreated respectfully but extremely quickly.
Yue Lancang took the medicine, tested the temperature by herself first, then took a mouthful and bent down to hand it to Lynch. The lips touched, the tip of the tongue slowly pressed against the other's jaw and passed the medicine juice; just like this, the medicine was fed little by little, but the lips and tongue did not leave immediately, but gently grinded for a while, and swept over Every gum, the bitterness of the medicine mixed with the fragrance of the medicine instantly overflowed between the lips and teeth.
Yue Lancang stood up and saw the other party's usually indifferent face, the handsome and straight eyebrows were almost twisted into a twist at this time, and the corners of the slightly slanted lips were slightly closed in dissatisfaction, which seemed extraordinarily childish.
Yue Lancang was stunned for a long time—it turns out that he still has such a side!
The Lynch in front of him has always been lonely, arrogant, and unmoved; but he discovered another side of him: weak, helpless, even childish...
Yue Lancang was suddenly very happy, because this was his side. He happily "feed" Lynch a cup of tea again.
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On a summer night, the outside room is slightly cool. It was hot inside the house, like warm spring.
However, even so, Lynch lying on the bed was still pale, his body was cold, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat. His body trembled slightly in pain.
Yue Lancang was at a loss and wrapped him up thickly with a quilt, and then tightly held Lynch's hands, continuously conveying internal energy, like a continuous trickle.
Inside the room, Yue Lancang's clothes were soaked in sweat, and he was sweating profusely from the heat, but Lynch's teeth were still trembling slightly from the cold, and the frown between his brows, which was always deserted and calm, made people feel distressed involuntarily .
Yue Lancang was anxious, and suddenly remembered that it is said that the human body is the easiest to keep warm.
He quickly took off his clothes, then quickly tore off the quilt, lay down by himself and hugged Lynch, and then covered the two of them with the quilt. Out of the instinct to seek warmth, Lynch automatically approached this fiery natural heater, almost entangled with it like an octopus. This appearance made Yue Lancang dumbfounded for a while.
It was already hot in the room, but now wrapped in the quilt, it was even hotter and uncomfortable. Fortunately, the tentacles were Lynch's cold skin, so Yue Lancang felt much better. Looking at Lynch who was comfortably pressed against him, his eyebrows had already been relaxed, and he trusted and relied on him defenselessly at this moment. He suddenly felt satisfied for no reason-it was a kind of satisfaction as if something he had been looking for for a long time finally got his hands.
Yue Lancang, have you noticed that now that you are naked with Lynch, you don't even have the slightest desire for lust.
Perhaps it was too comfortable, Lynch's lips, which had always been pursed into a cold straight line, slightly raised a small arc——
At this moment, everything stands still!
At this moment, at this moment, all sound, all light, bright, all disappear!
Yue Lancang even forgot to breathe, forgot to beat his heart, he just stared at the small arc with his eyes, maybe at this moment, he understood why the spring breeze melts the ice and snow!
He felt that the layers of solid ice he had built were being melted by the scorching heat, turning into spring water, it was so soft!
At this time, even if he died, he would still be happy!
The arc slowly disappeared, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a cold straight line again. Only then did he come back to his senses, and began to take in big mouthfuls of air! A strong, pounding heartbeat seemed to resound throughout the room!
Lynch seldom smiles, no, he almost never smiles, at least Yue Lancang has never seen him smile.
So, now, the other party simply bent the corners of his lips slightly, and he felt a hint of sweetness welling up from the bottom of his heart, and then gradually expanded the smudge, enclosing his heart tightly, leaving no room for it.
Heart! Does he have a heart
Yue Lancang was taken aback—he only had toys, and he never knew what the true heart was, and he didn't want to know either. All he knew was that he didn't want to let go of this toy. He thought that even if he played for a lifetime, he would never get tired of it!
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In the mood of the night, Yue Lancang, who had just fallen asleep at twilight, woke up immediately after feeling the extremely slight sound in her arms.
The man in his arms frowned slightly, and opened his mouth unconsciously.
Yue Lancang got up quickly, put on a robe indiscriminately, and poured a glass of water for Lynch to drink—the previous mouth shape meant water.
The long and thick eyelashes opened slowly like butterfly wings, and the clear eyes clearly reflected the image of Yue Lancang, he seemed to be a little confused, just watching quietly like this.
Yue Lancang had thought a lot about it, but did she apologize when she woke up? Like it? Tenderness? Or domineering? But in the end, he only said three words, "You're awake." His voice was so dry and hoarse that he didn't expect it. Surprise, sigh, concern, and love mixed with other inexplicable emotions were reduced to these hoarse words.
After a while, those eyes were as usual again—quiet as deep water, cold as a cold pool.
Yue Lancang suddenly felt that he was far away from the other party, so far away that it made him flustered. He leaned down abruptly, imprisoned Lynch between his arms, and stared straight into Lynch's cold eyes with his long and narrow eyes. The two of them almost touched the tip of their noses, "From now on, You are mine, and you can only be mine for the rest of your life." His voice was always low, his speech speed was always slow, and his tone of voice was always lazy and casual, but the depths of his eyes were full of seriousness, thick and terrifying.
Lynch looked at the man in front of him—the eyes were sunken, covered with bloodshot eyes, the long hair was messy, and he was naked inside, with only a casual outer shirt on, and a blue stubble on his chin. With such a distressed appearance, how can there be half of the elegance that was so high at the beginning
"Yue Lancang, I will kill you." He ignored that sentence, and just uttered his own voice, but the soft and peaceful voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
But with Yue Lancang's ear strength, he heard it! The voice that just woke up was hoarse and murmured to himself, as if he was speaking to him, but also as if he was speaking to himself. Yue Lancang seemed to have grasped something, and her heart was jumping wildly with joy because of this little discovery.
He stared at Lynch closely again. If it wasn't for Yue Lancang's excellent eyesight, he would have almost missed the complex and confused flashes in the depths of the other's eyes—if his previous heart was disturbed by a trace of panic and fear , then it is like soaking in honey now.
Even though the other party only gave him a little bit of honey, he seemed to have the whole honeypot in his heart.
Yue Lancang couldn't hide her joy, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled triumphantly, raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll wait."
That expression was full of arrogance, but the action of his subordinates covering Lynch with the quilt was gentle and powerful.